Chapter 3 #2
I stand before him in my white lace underwear, and his hungry eyes drop down my body. I can hardly breathe as I wait for his reaction, but when his eyes rise to meet mine, they are blazing with desire. “Get in my fucking bed,” he growls.
Adrenaline screams through my veins.
He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, stomps to his bedroom like a caveman, and throws me onto the bed.
I laugh as I bounce, and then without warning, he takes his shirt off over his head and I’m instantly silenced.
His tanned chest is broad and muscular, with a scattering of black hair.
His abdomen is rippled with muscles, and he has a trail of dark hair that disappears into his pants.
With his dark eyes locked on mine, he unzips his jeans and slides them down. His rock-hard cock springs free. The air leaves my lungs at his size. Suddenly, his worry of hurting me has real merit; I’m worried too.
He peels my panties down and takes them off and then spreads my legs open as he stares at my weeping flesh.
I feel so vulnerable as I lie here open for him.
He bends and spreads me with his fingers and then licks me there. I buck off the bed and damn it, I am not coming again without him.
“No, I want you now.” I pull him up over me and we come face-to-face again. “Condom,” I whisper.
“Fuck.” His eyebrows shoot up as if surprised. “Sto perdendo la testa.” (Translation, I’m losing my head here.) He reaches over to his side table and grabs a condom from the top drawer, and as he kneels over me, he tears it open with his teeth.
A sight that will forever be burned into my brain.
“Hurry up.” I sit up and wrap my arms around him and pull him back down over me, and his cock nudges my opening. “Kiss me,” I plead.
He pushes forward and is met with resistance. Ahhh, it burns.
“Shh,” he whispers. “Calm down.”
Fuck, he’s used to hurting women with this monster cock.
“Shh.” He gets up and goes to his bedside again and takes out a bottle of lube and rubs it into me.
“Is better.” He pushes it inside of me with his fingers as I lie back with my legs spread.
The act somehow feels intimate and special, and I don’t know how, but him worrying about hurting me is a major turn-on.
He comes over me again, and this time he slides the tip of his cock through my swollen lips. My body sucks at him, wanting a deeper connection.
“Hurry,” I demand. He pushes forward and my body resists. “It’s okay.”
He pushes forward again and damn it, that smarts. He circles one way and then the other to try and loosen me up. “Relax,” he coaches me softly before he slams in hard.
The air is knocked from my lungs as I try to acclimatize to his size. My body ripples around him and he whispers something in Italian into my ear before he nips it with his teeth.
I smile. I have no idea what he said, but it sounded good. “Yes.” I feel him smile into my neck, and he pulls my legs up and slides out and then back in. His knees are wide on the bed as he uses them for leverage.
I moan as my body begins to relax and we fall into a rhythm. Deep pumps get harder and harder and then the bed begins to slam into the wall and I can’t speak, I can’t react… I can hardly fucking breathe as he rides me hard.
He holds my legs back, and the moans coming out of him are the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. I cry out as a freight train of an orgasm runs right through me and his pumps get harder, faster, and Ahhhhhh… I can’t take much more.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His grip on my inner thighs is painful, and he slams in and holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he empties inside of me.
His lips trail up my jawline as he whispers in Italian, and I pant as I stare at the ceiling.
Holy shit… what was that?
It’s late, nearly five a.m., and we lie tangled together. Naked and underneath the blankets, I’ve lost count as to how many times we’ve fucked tonight.
The only thing I do know is that it got better with each time. The room is lit only by a lamp, and his lips are on my temple. I’m safely wrapped in his arms. “Buona notte.” (Translation, good night.)
“Good night.” I smile sleepily. He kisses me one last time, our lips lingering over each other’s, and I know this is just sex… but somehow it feels like more.
So much more.
Tomorrow, I get to meet his family. I smile as I drift into a blissful slumber.
The perfect night.
I wake to the sound of the electric blinds slowly going up and the shower turning on. I drag my eyes open; it feels like I’ve been asleep for all of two minutes.
“Beautiful Halle.” He crawls up the bed toward me. “Up.”
“What?” I frown.
“Up. Come shower with me.”
Oh no… My vagina is well and truly broken.
“A shower?” I wince.
“Yes.” He pulls me up by the hand and leads me into the shower.
The water is hot, and the room is filled with steam.
He begins to soap up my back as he washes me.
I smile, and his fingers feel good as they massage my skin.
He kisses me over my shoulder, and before I know it, he turns me toward him, lifts my legs around his waist, and pins me to the wall as he impales me in one deep pump.
We stare at each other as I feel him deep inside. Water is beading over his gorgeous body, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. “Good morning, my sweet Halle,” he murmurs.
“It is.” I smile, and once again, I am lost.
An hour later, he pulls the Corvette over outside of my house and smiles over to me.
“I’ll see you later?” I ask.
“You will.”
I lean over and kiss him and then gingerly climb out of the car. I lean back into the open window. “I’m so sore,” I tell him. “You’re a bad man.”
He catches his bottom lip between his teeth with a half-smile as he winks at me. He did it last night a few times too, and it’s my new favorite thing.
“Goodbye.”
The Corvette roars up the road, and I smile as it disappears around the corner.
Holy fucking shit.
It’s noon, and if nerves were an Olympic sport, I would now have a gold medal.
I was nervous about meeting his family before, but now that I am totally and irrevocably under the spell of the enigmatic Dante Brunetti, this lunch date has a whole new meaning.
I want his family to like me. Hell, who am I kidding? I want them to love me and demand that he loves me too.
To make matters worse, I have teeth marks on my neck, and I had to wear a blouse of Allegra’s that I don’t even like, but I figure it’s better than his mom knowing I’m a hoe.
I push through the doors of the restaurant and look around, and Dante waves and walks over to me. “Hello.” He smiles.
“Hi.”
He takes my hand and leads me over to the table, “Mama, Papa, this is Halle.”
“Hello.” I smile, and shake their hands as he pulls out my chair for me.
“Hello, Halle, lovely to meet you. This is Lena, and I am Gino,” his father introduces them. His mother gets up and kisses my cheeks. “Thank you for coming, sweet girl.”
If only you knew.
“Thank you for having me.” I nervously sit down, feeling my cheeks heat. Damn, this blouse is like a boa constrictor, so tight around my neck that I can hardly breathe.
“Where are the others?” Dante asks.
“They will be here any moment.”
“The others?” I ask.
“My sister and two brothers.”
Fuck, it gets worse. “Great.” I fake a smile.
Kill me now.
“Here they come.” His mother and father stand, and my heart hammers in my chest. Sensing my nerves, Dante squeezes my hand in his. It’s fine, he mouths.
A beautiful girl with long dark hair comes into view. “Ciao.” She smiles as she sits down beside Dante.
“This is Halle,” he introduces me.
“Hello, Halle.” She shakes my hand. “I’m Aurora. Nice to meet you.”
“Hello, you too.”
“Where are your brothers?” His mother asks.
“Here.” A chair is pulled out and a man sits down; he’s dark and handsome, and there’s a family resemblance to Dante, only a little bit older.
“Where is your brother?” His mother sighs. “Always late.”
They break into chatter, and I sit and listen as I wish the earth would swallow me whole.
What the hell was I thinking? This is a total nightmare.
“Here he is.” Lena sighs. “Why are you always late?”
The chair opposite me pulls out and my eyes widen. It’s Dante… like, actually Dante.
“This is Romeo, my twin brother,” Dante introduces us.
He glances up and sees me. Surprise flashes across his face before he recovers and hides it.
“Romeo, this is Dante’s new friend, Halle.”
“Hello.” He picks up a glass of wine and sips it as his eyes hold mine.
There’s something familiar about him.
Dante’s grip on my hand on his lap tightens.
Thump
Thump.
Thump… sounds my heart.
The family all begin to chatter, and Romeo catches his bottom lip between his teeth with a half-smile as he winks at me.
The earth moves beneath me.
Everyone holds their glasses together at the center of the table. “May our Christmas be joyful and full of love.”
Romeo’s dark eyes hold mine. “And full of surprises.”
Dear lord.
There are two of them, one from the club… and one from speed dating. I feel the blood drain from my face as I do the math. My mind races at a million miles per minute.
Dante picks up my hand and kisses it, and the floor begins to spin.
This can’t be happening, how is this happening?
I’m dating one man and fucking his brother.
To be continued…